R3 Da Chilliman
Gold Bottles
[Pre-Chorus]
They all want my spot, they don't know what this shit take though
I don't hate no n***a, they don't even got shit to hate on
N***as grown men, playin' that bullshit jewelry
See through diamonds on my body, ain't shit blurry
[Chorus]
Gold bottles in the sack, just squirtin' ASAP
You gon' go broke tryna borrow three, put your pape' up
I'm a boss, dinner at Tao, the tab on me
How broke n***as tryna flex with pockets on E?
[Verse]
He fucked the plug money up and that ain't get him far
I'm rockin' sixty-five thousand, just my left arm
Blow ten thousand dollars at Neiman's, I'll get it back
They see how icy Threesy is and now they wan' rap
You can't do it how I do it, that's my recipe
Boosie made head taps, that's my specialty
Lean abuser, I ain't gon' lie, I bе noddin' off
I like Wock', probably taste too much like alcohol
You gon' lеarn, these bitches love you when your pape' up
The early bird get the worm, n***a, wake up
I rock Jordans with designer, I'm a street n***a
All this jewelry, I got blinded and I can't see n***as
[Pre-Chorus]
They all want my spot, they don't know what this shit take though
I don't hate no n***a, they don't even got shit to hate on
N***as grown men, playin' that bullshit jewelry
See through diamonds on my body, ain't shit blurry
[Chorus]
Gold bottles in the sack, just squirtin' ASAP
You gon' go broke tryna borrow three, put your pape' up
I'm a boss, dinner at Tao, the tab on me
How broke n***as tryna flex with pockets on E?
[Outro]
They all want my spot, they don't know what this shit take though
I don't hate no n***a, they don't even got shit to hate on
N***as grown men, playin' that bullshit jewelry
See through diamonds on my body, ain't shit blurry
They all want my spot, they don't know what this shit take though
I don't hate no n***a, they don't even got shit to hate on
N***as grown men, playin' that bullshit jewelry
See through diamonds on my body, ain't shit blurry